Meeting Mister Navy

I found myself a true bad boy. He's 34. He is extremely handsome: 6ft5in (192 cm) tall, he has dark hair and ofc a beard (I don't do guys without beards anymore), he's a semi-pro athlete and has tattoos all over his body. I met him on Tinder.

I met him on Wednesday. I had just finished a super sweaty workout at a gym a few blocks away from his home. For some reason I managed to forget to bring a change of clothes with me, so I went on a first date wearing leopard print running tights, a sweaty tank top and sneakers. No make up, my hair was on a braid and I didn't even shower before seeing him. Guess what? He absolutely loved me.

Our first date was really nice. He took me to a Thai restaurant. We sat there for two hours. There was something about him that almost annoyed me, I guess it was the way he talked. I almost felt like he had to impress me - oh, have I seen that quality before.. Major turn-off.

Well, as soon as we left the restaurant something changed. He asked me a private question and I answered him as truthfully as I could. I guess he liked the answer, because 45 minutes later we were leaning against a wall, kissing, he was pulling my hair and whispering in my ear. I left him standing there, saying that I wouldn't have sex with him tonight, but surely some day soon. It took him 12 hours to ask me out again and I said yes.

The thing about him that turns me on is that he's really powerful. He's taller than I am and has really powerful hands. I noticed that, because he grabbed my wrists and told me he'd tie me down any time. He shared his fantasies with me, told me in detail what he'd do to me if I came home with him right now and enjoyed the look on my face when I was turned on by him. I could easily use him as a fuck buddy, but I wouldn't date him. I actually told him that, and he said it was ok. "I'm not looking for a girl to play home with. I'm looking for a personal nympho." Fine by me!

Ladies, you should see this one. He just sent me a picture of himself after working out, his perfect body all sweaty - just the way I like it. Yummy.

I smell smoke.

There's this new guy.

He's a fireman, therefore I'll name him Mister Fire. He's also a part-time fitness model and will probably be reading this blog on some occasion. Wanna know why? Because I tell him everything and it freaks me out.

The thing is, he confuses me. I'm shy when I'm with him, I can't find any words and I'm just not myself at all. I'm having serious trouble looking him in the eye and he takes advantage of that. He plays me like a fiddle.

He's absolutely gorgeous. Easily one of the hottest so far.

And he's addicted to me.

I don't find myself particularly special. I'm not particularly fit, not that pretty either - witty, maybe. I asked him this morning what he sees in me. 

He answered:

"You really want to know what I think? This is what your Tinder profile should say:

'An exceptionally smart, funny, sexy and witty girl, whose smile can light up a whole city. Interesting, yet easy to be around. Looking for a tall guy to follow - not for wussies.' Like it?"

- Yeah.

Now, why am I confused again? 

Oh yeah, because he's a poly. He's in several relationships simultaneously.

I asked him yesterday about his "girls" - apparently there are two that he really cares for, three potential ones, a few playmates and a few fuck buddies. 

I fell silent.

That sounds really bad, doesn't it? I asked him what he needs me for, when he's got that many chicks throwing themselves at him. He told me something, but I guess I was just too upset to remember what it was. I find myself single although I'm seeing quite a few guys at the moment. I just don't know what to think of that. My first reaction was to run, really fast, because I think I'll get hurt really soon. I went to bed angry.

But you know, I don't want to leave him. Sex with him is ah-freaking-mazing. He's the best so far. No surprises there, he's had quite a few trial runs with other chicks... Talking to him is great. We can spend four hours on the phone just chatting away about something ridiculous or dead serious. I know everything about his fucked-up family and he knows everything about mine.

He's afraid to meet my brother on Saturday.

He should be afraid.

Fifty shades of Ink

I was reading my usual fantasy book yesterday evening, when Mister Ink sent me a voice message on WhatsApp, asking if I had already fallen asleep. He keeps teasing me for my incredible talent of falling asleep instantly after opening a book. We had a short discussion of fantasy literature, I said that I should read something more exciting to keep me up later. I suggested that I'd read the "Fifty shades of Grey" trilogy next. I have all three books in my living room, I got them from a friend for Christmas. 

He laughed at me. Said that it would be a terrible idea, considering my sexual tendencies. It would be like throwing gasoline to an open fire, he said. You should write your own little s&m book, he said.

I had no comebacks, I was too busy laughing at him. I couldn't be that bad, could I? 

We made a deal.

I would read the book (after I finish reading the little 1200-page classic that I'm working on right now), take notes, pick the things I'd want to try and have fun with him. This is our little plan for Summer 2014. 

My copy of fifty shades will look exactly like that!

I haven't opened the fifty shades books, I have no idea what to expect. I've heard that most chicks wouldn't do the stuff described in the books, but I'd love to try. Mister Ink said he has read bits of it, the book is mostly soft porn with really detailed descriptions of sadomaso stuff. He said that the short bits he read sounded just like me. Yeah, baby! 

He tied me up a few days back. I have an iron bed frame, so it's just perfect for our new adventures. Mister ink is really into all the kinky stuff that I like. It's great to be with someone you can be yourself with, no need to explain anything. I never say no to anything he asks (or tells) me to do. 

I can't wait what Summer brings...